Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Angel of the North



10th April 2019

Poem A Day in April -Day 10

Have missed writing a poem a day for April this last week.
Couldn't work out how to get to my blog . I was being asked for a password which I vdidn't remember.
This morning , not sure what happened, but I'm in!


Angel Of The North

Perched on this hill reaching for the sky
Seen for miles around, standing so high,
You are a sign of unity and togetherness
Strong and tall, For mighty Northeast
Yet also,
A beacon of warmth 
Throwing open your arms of welcome.

Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Roadtrip

2nd April

A poem a day in April:

Using the promp of asking quRoadtrip

Roadtrip

Is that the sun hidden
behind the mist,
As my joy dwells deep within
Shadowed by an endless
"To do" list?
Did we pack jumpers,
It's still "that time" of year,
To warm chilly words
That might escape?
While we bumble along
On this
Roadtrip of life.
Did we include the food,
To nourish and sustain,
To take away the strain,
To keep us fit and strong?
Will we last forever,
Or is that too long?

Monday, April 1, 2019

No Chicken

1st April
Now it begins- napowrimo.
Day 1


No Chicken

You sit on the cold pavement
wrapped in your colourful sleeping bag
trying to keep the cold at bay
this crisp March morning,
next to the steps
that lead to the the doors
 of the small church.
Your hands, knarled and gritted
with the road,
 reach out in hope.
Your eyes find a  corner
of my soul-
"Are you hungry?
Can I get you a sandwich?"
"Yes, thank you..."
Is that an Albanian accent
"What kind would you like?"
I won't make the choice for you.
"Chicken please..."
"No chicken left , what about
 ham and cheese?"
"That's fine, Thank you"
You are polite.
You take my hand.
I wish I could take you home.
I sit with you,
talk for a bit,
then leave to go home to my
centrally heated home.





Monday, March 11, 2019

Three years ago today

11th March 2019

I don't usually share writing from my journals, especially on my blog, which obviously, gets seen by so many people.
But I make an exception today.
Three years ago today a grandson was born - he was neither the first child nor grandchild, but when I heard the news early in the morning I had to go to my journal. Looking back, I'm surprised by the joy of it, considering it was only a month after my mum died.
I copy exactly as I wrote it, unedited, bearing in mind, it's a stream on consciousness.

11th March 2016


Well, what news, there you are , another new addition!
Baby Walker, born 4.25 am this morning. What lovely news.
We will go over later, for a few hours. New life, new hope - that
makes twenty one grandchildren now and what is to be is yet to be revealed.
I just wonder what the family will look like in ten or twenty years time. No doubt there'll
be more grandchildren, but also more great grandchildren.
What a blessing it is, our large family. And each new addition so precious.
Your tiny hands, baby,  that will one day perform that many tasks of life. That cheeky smile that says,
"Heh, it's good to be here with you guys!" Those chubby legs that will eventually get into, goodness knows what, mischief as well as kicking a ball and running with brothers and sisters and cousins.
Who does he look like? Seeing the family genes in each of his delicious expressions.
And don't cry, baby, we're all here for you.
What will you be like? How tall? What will you like to do? What will you be good at? What kind of person will you become?
We love you to bits already, even though we haven't met you yet. Your softness calls to us to hold you close, showing you how the world can be comfortable, safe and kine. You might learn otherwise later.
But for now, for you, the world is wonderful.
And I am your Grams. Hopefully we'll get lots of time together to get to know each other. Hope fully, I'll be blessed with many more years of life, so I'll be able to enjoy you own family, if you have one,  in the future.
I wonder what your brother and sister will make of you. Livi has been looking forward to your coming for such a long time now. She'll be over the moon with you' I'm sure.
And your dad, his heart will melt , he'll fall in love with your obvious likeness to him, part of him. He'll love you with his life.
And of course, your mum will be so happy.
See what joy you bring to the world.  All your aunties and uncles, cousins and other relations there for you, loving you already. You are one lucky little boy. And still no name yet, though it is early days. "Baby Walker" - we laughed at that this morning, at the pun.
As I get older I get more sentimental about our family. It becomes more important and my hope is that I see more of all my children ( those with or those without children ) and all the grandchildren. I'll have to make plans....


Thursday, March 7, 2019

No More Mourning


8th March 2019

Story for Friday Fictioneers





Thank you to CEAyer for the photo.

No More Mourning

Out of the hotel window she saw the motorbike. She'd seen it the morning before - a handsome, middle aged, Italian man rode it away, the wind blowing through his dark hair. Feeling guilty for the feelings welling up inside her, Grace thought of her husband who died just months before. She'd nursed him during a long illness.  I'm done with  mourning, she thought.
They'd promised themselves that when they retired they'd spend some time in Florence. Now, with a bravery she didn't know she possesed , she is here alone. Maybe tomorrow she will speak to the mysterious stranger.

Wednesday, March 6, 2019

Pancakes

5th Mar 2019

I used to make pancakes one at a time on Shrove Tuesday, while everyone sat and waited.
It took hours and the children would get fidgety while waiting .
It soon became clear I had to think of another way.
So, that's how I came to be cooking 24, 30 + pancakes every Shrove Tuesday after that, till most of the children left home. 
I could then take the warm pancakes, which I'd cooked earlier, to the table and sit with them and chat - much better. 



Pancake Day

I put the baby to sleep.
It's nearly two
No time for a cuppa
I've pancakes to do
Come and help me little man

You still need the stool
you're only three
here beat these eggs
in the flour for me
We'll soon have them in the pan

Let mum have a go
give your arms a break
let's keep it in the bowl
How long will it take 
just a bit of milk fast as we can

Frying pan  is hot
you'll have to go and play
let mum get on
Or we'll take all day 
And we'll not be ready for nan

By half past three
we have twenty four
keeping hot in the oven
should I make more
to feed my hungry clan


crepes royalty-free stock photo

They all rush in just before four, with their nan trailing behind them 
She's picked them up for me today so I could make the pancakes
"Up to the table" - she gives the order, in a very serious tone
The six of them rush to take their seats, no time at all it takes.
They wait for the prayer before they begin and then their nan relates 
the reason we have pancakes on Shrove Tuesday each year 
as with tasty goodness they pile up their plates
Some reach for the lemon and sprinkle spoonfuls of sugar 
Others are interested more in the chocolate, spreading it thickly,
And one prefers the strawberry jam thinly spread over a hot pancake. 



Monday, March 4, 2019

Three Years Ago


4th Mar 2019

Three Years Ago


This time three year's ago ( wow! is it really that long)  my Mother had been gone for just four weeks and I was trying to get life back on some sort of even keel. I'd decided to see dad as regularly as I could which, for me, meant more than before. And, although Dad was struggling without mum, he'd got plans to see people and had contacted some of the grandchildren to that end.
I could see a future where we could have precious times together .
These were very hopeful weeks which were to be cut short by his sudden death, just seven weeks after Mum's.
I am sorry we didn't get time .
I am sorry I didn't get all the stories.
I am sorry I didn't know him as well as I might have done.
I am sorry I didn't realise what a good man he was until he was no longer here. And the older I get the more admiration I have for him.
Miss you always Dad .
I have a lot to thank you for.
The best thing of all being my faith, which you passed on to me , probably without even knowing.
I remember being quite small, you banging the table and saying, that what moved you to the Catholic Faith were those words in the Gospel when Jesus says to Peter:
 "Thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my Church". That was enough for you for many years. And I always think of it .
It's helped my own prayer many times over the years.
I pray that you and I will get to talk about this again when time, for me, is no more.